THE DRESSING ROOM

THE DRESSING ROOMIts mid-October, here I am at Samatha’s Exclusive Boutique, the best top of the line in all clothing. Anything you like from undergarment to any knock off from your favorite celebrity’s red carpet special dress to even some crazy custom you saw on the newest action superhero movie she can make it, create it and in a few days you can have it. One of my friends Mark who is in the know of it all, informed me about her. I’m Vee, I am currently standing at about 5’2 at 160 lbs I am bulked and leaned out, for an amuter bodybuilding contest to which I qualified top 10 not bad for my 1st contest. I’m a little heavy but I am shredded as fuck even my friends say it all the time and I do get second looks from strangers whenever I’m walking around in my top. Which I rarely do, I like keeping everything cover up unless I am on stage in my posing routines. Deep inside I am still a fat girl shy and tamed girl, or I try to give away that appeal. (you know what they say always be careful with the quiet ones). I had to come in after 8 months of bulking and leaning my body has gone thru one hell of a transformation and well half my clothing didn’t fit and I need some new attire and well its been while. I spend more money on food, vitamins supplements, and waxing than I do on clothing. Give me a pair of sweatpants, jeans, tights, and a few t-shirts and a hoodie or jacket and I’m just fine with that. My friends not so much they always accuse me of wearing the same old clothing and one of my closest friend is having a birthday gala type of theme and well I must admit I am looking forward to it. So here I am doing some shopping, and some clothing altering. As I am walking thru the store I notice some of the looks from the by standards looking at me as I am walking around. I am currently dressed in some black top with black sweatpants my long hair on the top drop-down gel down and shaved off on the side I will admit I have a wild look. ( I am totally a bored, honest lol). I have my basket with me and I am carrying a few clothing here and there along the way I pick up some lace and silk undies thongs like and bra. I do love lace and silk they are my favorite. Yes leather too but my top favorite is lace and silk. Silk being my top favorite Silk being my top favorite fabric. I am in a very spacious dressing room where there is enough room for at least 2 people. Is a circular type and there are a few cabinets off to the size. On the left and on the right there are two oversize mirror that extends off on the size of the wall. The dressing room is perfectly cover with a long oversize red velvet like fabric that seems to lean up against the wall. If the fitting lady doesn’t escort you to the door, you can pretty much get lost finding the door and never find it. Well, at least that’s when the curtains are drawn. The temperature is a comfortable warm not too hot not too cold just the perfect degree overall. I am swapping out one set of clothing with the other trying to see what look, am I trying to go for. I don’t want anything too over the top but I don’t wanna be under-dress. I keep swapping back and forth. I got a few tops, pants and leather clothing that fit just right. I look over and line up the bra’s one over the other, I’m trying to accessorize them with the buca escort different tops and pants I picked out. Everything has to match or mismatch in an offset type of style. As I stand there leaning over the mirror, I suddenly feel something move behind the curtain behind me like someone hiding behind it.“HELLO?” I look over turning around and walking up to it slightly pull it but there is no one there, at least from what I can see. I swear someone was watching me. I felt another person in the room. MMM, thinking I’m just being paranoid. I walk over back to the side picking out a few other bras and top that the lady brought over to me. She was saying something about the Madam of the boutique picked out especially for me. Said something that Samantha rarely hand picks for walk-in customers. Not sure what she means with that. I will admit this Samantha chick does know her styles and type, oddly she knew my actual size cup and all.“well what you know, a perfect fit,” I say to myself trying on a lace red bra that fits perfectly.“this is a keeper’ I say undoing it and putting it inside the basket I have over on the side on top of the dresser. Anything that I put inside is coming home with me, so far that is my first thing. I stand over by the mirror still looking over to all the other clothing set out for me and I can’t feel overwhelmed putting on and taking off and putting on and taking does get a bit tiresome after a while. Also, these are amazing clothing and fabric is hard to make a pick. I’m torn between buying them all or leaving them all behind, will not be doing at least one set of something will be coming home with me.Suddenly I see what I think is the Shallotte behind the curtain again this time I know I saw something.“HEY!” I call out making a quick lunge over and pulling back the curtain“NOTHING” damnt I know there was someone there.“IF someone is in here, just come out” I look about the room the curtains blowing slowly gently like a small breeze blowing behind them but there is nothing there.“ok, I am like so totally losing it” maybe I watched one too many horrors. I walk over to the left side of the dresser and reach over for a few other bras and place them I after to admit each bra that was picked out were all perfect fit. I pick 3 of the ones that were picked for me and put them in the basket. As I reach over topless my perfect size 36b free.Suddenly from behind me, as I look at the mirror in front of me I see what starts to form and looks like a Shallotte appears and a tall long long blonde hair with hazel green eye perfect devil red lipstick creamy white skin perfect. Shes dressed in what looks like a perfect cat woman leather outfit. Leather bra with two strings that zigzags around her perfect tone stomach and clips to her leather belt connected to her tight leather pants with small spike-like pin off on the side of her legs. She has perfect legs naturally tall but she is wearing high heel leather boots that meet her pants over to her knees. Her boots are all leather with buckets like connecting zigzag over the top and zip off to the outer side of each of the boots. She looks like a goddess from some dominatrix story of some kind. At the moment I am stunned by just how beautiful she looks and also feeling a little escort buca violated with her watching me semi-nude. (mental model Brigette B in a dominatrix attire).I knew someone was watching me!” I feel like that song “I always feel like someone is watching me’“Hello,’ I look at her via the mirror and trying to cover myself up but not really“I am Ms.Samatha, you may call me Samatha, it is a pleasure to have you in my boutique.” You are of very appealing to me. You caught my eye from the moment you walked in. “ she explains as she walks closer to me standing directly behind me.Her hazel green seems to glow as she comes close to me they are like smaller green. She stands closer to me rubbing her hand over my shoulders slowly as she flips her long long naturally long loose blond hair over my shoulders covering me with it. While with her hands she goes over and under between my arms reaching over and gently grabbing my t. and squeezing them while slowly kissing my neck and nibbling on my neck, the whole time shes glancing at me via the mirror intensely. Her eye penetrating to my soul I feel her stair is a direct deep. I feel almost hytizated by it. Shes kissing me slowly while caressing my t and squeezing them more and more rubbing the ni. And pinching it but not hard just enough to make me moan slightly. I see her lipstick all over my neck leaving me the perfect lip print all over my neck. I was captivated by her touch the way she ran her hands up on my body the soft tenderness of her lip yet an undercover v******e her kiss has upon my skin. She kept slowly caressing my t and pinching the tip of my t gently but I felt her touch in every inch of my body. I felt like I was possessed by her touch.“I am waiting for you to pull away or tell me to stop’ she whispers softly on my left ear slowly licking my ear loop. I slightly nod, I must confess I loved everything she was doing to me.“do you want me to stop?” she said whispering to me as she undoes her top and I feel her bare b. rub up against my back. I once again nod no. with her right hand her red long nails she caresses my chin and leans my head turning it to the right as her eyes and mines meet shes kisses me. Pinching my left ni. While caring the right side of my face and holding my chin rubbing her hand over and losing the top of my hair as my hair falls down and over my shoulders she plays with my hair. I turn around facing her and leaning up against the dresser top.Her tongue and my tongue meet in a tango dance inside our mouth. As she rubs her left hand down my tits and caresses me down my tights under and passes her hands inside me between my leg. As I feel her finger run inside me spreading my lips and rubbing her nail over me. I feel her fingers run inside me filling me, her touch is magical. I feel her presses her body up against me. I hop up on the edge of the dresser and lean back letting her have access to me as she runs my tights down rubbing my legs down and caressing them on the way up. She pulls me near kissing my lips her tongue burying deep inside my throat. Her hands rubbing all over my t and down my stomach and rub both her hands and fingers inside me. With her right, she spreads my lips and with her left hand, she flickers her fingers inside me one, two, three buca escort bayan to where she has her open extended hand inside me. Shes wrapping my p like it’s a glove over her hands. I lean forward kissing her as I feel up on her rubbing my hands over on her t rubbing her perfectly made t. I squeeze her close to me and suddenly right in between my legs I feel. I pull back slightly not sure what it was that I was feeling. She looks at me and I look down between her legs.“oh well, hello?’ I see a nice 9inch pop out fully e. and out“Oh honey, don’t worry about that, I want this all about you,” she said as she adjusts herself placing it off to the side but it’s still fully standing and giving me a full on sluating. She presses her hands in between my t and pushes me back up against the mirror of the dress as she takes hold of one of my legs and leans forward.She places her face right in my p and spreads my lip with her tongue with her left hand she slides 3 of her fingers inside me shortly followed by her wet cool tongue that drills inside me. I can feel her tongue pushing deeper inside me. Her mouth seals over my pussy her lips wrapping around mines and a vacuum of sucking begins as she sucks profoundly and deeper taking all of me inside. Like a hungry c***d devouring a piece of their favorite cake. Her appetite was out of this world. Every time I felt her tongue within me my legs twice over her as I locked inside between my legs and she just kept on sucking and sucking swallowing every drop of my multiple cum I was dripping more and more and more the more she sucked the more and wetter I became like an uncontrolled waterfall. I leaned up against the mirror holding on for dear life as I felt her sucking the life out of me my whole body was possessed by the magic the power the force of her tongue. I took a few and I would glance at her I love to see when they are eating me out the look in their face when I bust with cum as my wetness takes over them. That look is memorizing I saw her suckin her mouth glue attached and seal to my pussy that was spread open for her tongue, she was stroking her very well hung 9inch dick with her left hand. I see that she too had already exploded. Her long blond hair half resting over her face while the other half resting and softly caressing me on my legs. I took a moment to admire as suddenly I feel a hard blast shake over my body overtaking me and I exploded violently, in a massive wave of wetness dripping. She takes it all in drinking all of it. My body is drained and I collapsed back on the mirror totally drained. That was an intense pussy eating pussy sucking experienced I have ever had, and I been around! ‘Oh” I barely get to whisper as I have no energy to even speak barely breathingShe kisses me up my stomach, kissing my nipples plays with my tits and kisses me softly as she tucks herself in and leans back flipping her hair over to the left shoulder and barely hitting me with the tip of her hair caressing my face. “Nice to meet to Vanessa, I am Samatha and I will be more than glad to help you in picking out whatever you may like, please feel free it’s a house special” she said winking at me and picking all the clothing and undergarment and placing it on the basket while picking it up and taking it over.“whenever you regain your abilities to walk again these will be ready for you and so will I”P.S. The real Samathan in real life is a very good friend of mines. I will write about her often she may pop up in other stories I have with her, what i have favorites. Stay freaky